The new sibling,
the one I'll never see.
One graduated,
one "Isn't safe for me to see"
I know it was her choice,
but why did things have to change?
I'll never get used to him here,
I know that.
I won't get to talk to her,
I know that.
Everything's wrong,
and they won't acknowledge it.
Stories make change seem fun,
or at least bearable.
One day.
That's all I need.
Have I done something wrong?
Why did things have to change?
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One of my siblings might never see me again and we adopted a new one in case you want context.
- Category: Sad
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